Sleep
Leaves Beneath
scum stats: Discogs tells me we pressed 420 copies. I'd actually forgot
Sometimes it's late on Friday and I have no idea what record to pick and I know that this one already came out more than two months ago but I finally just had some MVP's smuggle copies down from Detroit to HQ in Nashville and as that beautiful, majestic, sanguine leaf stared at me through the crystal clear vinyl, I was overcome with the thought that yes indeed I should pick this gem as my record of the week AND give away a copy to whichever comment posted here has the best story about being high even if it's not true you have through the end of the night Thursday (the 23rd) to post your shit so get to it amongst all the tryptofan through Thanksgiving next week love, Ben.
When I was in HighSchool, I used to drive around with my buddy Eric getting stoned – one night we were just letting my pickup truck idle down a beach in MI (inland lake – firmer ground than what you might find on one of the Greats) while we smoked a joint. I got the wild idea to jump out of my truck and walk next to it for a gag. When my feet hit the ground, I stumbled and I fell with my legs under the truck, allowing the back wheels to bounce over them. I was ultimately unharmed, because God watches out for the tragically stoned and wants them to be able to tell silly stories about stuff that happened to them when they were high.. Like this one time, in HighSchool while I was driving around stoned with my friend Eric…
I get high when I listen to great music such as Sleep! I get really high if I won this!
TRUE STORY (a little bit pathetic though). When I was in my early 20s, my friend introduced me to weed. I came from a strict family and had not touch this before, even when all my friends did. One night, a few friends came to the apartment with an amount of weed that was scary to me. A huge brick. We smoked some and I got so high… I started paranoying. The apartment was messy at the time, so I started to think that the police was going to come and arrest me. That afterward, the news team was going to come in and film my messy room and I saw the Headline “Here’s the filthy residence where the drug dealers conducted their crimes”. I thought to myself, “My mom is going to see this, she’s going to be so ashamed of me, so dissapointed…” It was 2:00 in the morning and I started to clean up like there was no tomorrow. The place never been so clean all the tome I lived there. My friends laughed at me all the way through! Rightfully so!
I guess it’s well known that smoking a joint makes music more enjoyable. And let’s say you’re growing up in a middle class suburb of 1970s America. I can’t help but think of Iggy Pop’s line "kids take drugs for psychic defense ". Hey fighting boredom is a full time job out here in the fields of teenage wasteland. My best get high listen to some music memory, 1976 probably around 12 midnight I put the new Aerosmith record on along with my headphones and boy "ROCKS " just immediately gets your attention.That there was a band from my generation that’s made a record just as good or better than the classics gave me hope for the future. And my hopes were answered not long after punk/new wave, just a great time for rock and all it’s off shoots. I’m sorry but yah I miss it. Here’s to new discoveries.
The setting: Dairy Queen, little town in the middle of Kentucky, mid 1990s.
My goofball coworker, Scott, the guy who’d steal out of the register so he could buy lottery tickets, decided to get us both high in the middle of a night shift. I, for reasons unknown, agreed. We staggered back in after a quick break. Him up front working the registers, me in the back working the grill. Five minutes later I realized I cannot read the screen for orders. Just a blurry black screen with wavy green words. Red ass eyes, mouth drier than the Sahara. Scott, calmly taking orders, me standing there almost frozen when he yells back, “Dude! We need an Ultimate Burger!” I take what feels like a week to react. I look at him and mouth out, “I don’t know what that is”. Then we make eye contact, and just break down in fits of laughter. Doubled over, uncontrollable.
We somehow got through that shift. And then bought lottery tickets.
Probably 20 years ago we were headin out of a night baseball game, my buddy was sitting shotgun rolling up a joint as we exited the parking structure… it was bright in there so I didn’t notice my headlights weren’t on. Berries & Cherries, got pulled over immediately. I tell my buddy just hide it somewhere, cop was at my window in 5 seconds flat, PANIC!!! The officer notices the smell right away and asks me to get out of the vehicle, as the other cop is interrogating my buddy the search begins. I thinking how my life is over and all the consequences to follow and then the cop pulls out a baggie from the driver side door… “what’s this?” and I start laughing out loud uncontrollably. I mean I am hunched over hand in the air dying laughing. The cop says “you think this is funny?” and I say “yes, sir.” The two cops look at each other like I’m nuts and pull out the cuffs. I then tell the officers that I have been helping my dad with landscaping and that bag that they think is marijuana is actually Bone Meal Fertilizer, I’m still naturally laughing at the irony and they start to think they made a mistake. They apologize and set us free… As we drive away my buddy pulls the CD case out from under the seat, half rolled joint was just laying there and they had not got to it yet, best Ford Bronco clam bake session ever.
I was downtown Toronto and got my first and only impaired charge, ( impaired by drug ) and as the disclosure stated the cop knocked on the window as I was trying to light an o Henry chocolate bar like a cigar !!
True story, I was beside myself when I read this.
At my first radio job at ‘Progressive Rock’ WMDI-FM in Erie, PA as a teenager, I attended my first ever ‘staff meeting’. Shortly after arriving at the Program Director’s apartment, I was tasked with visiting the head shop down the block to buy everyone whippets…that nitrous oxide stuff or whatever it is that they use in whipped cream canisters. For the uninitiated, it gets you really stoned for about 45 seconds in which you get this insane head rush. So I return whippets in hand and then, at this work ‘staff meeting’, they start passing around a bong loaded with Acapulco Gold, Handing it to each person along with a full balloon of the whippet. The idea being you hit the bong then inhale the whippet and explode into space. I did this. As this insane head rush hit me which sounded like the trippiest parts of Edgar Winter’s ‘Frankenstein’, I was drifting, high as fuck. I looked at the circle of people around me and realized I was so high I couldn’t remember their names. Then I also realized…that I couldn’t remember my own name. And for another 30 seconds or so I decided I’d be silent while everyone chattered while hoping I’d remember who the fuck I was…and who they were.
We all lived happily ever after…mostly.
I am so high that I am taking myself out of the running since I was able to score one in Detroit Last month while visiting there. I want someone else to be as happy as I was when I saw it up on the wall and they said, “of course it’s for sell”. No need to Bogart the leave when others are still trying to get theirs. This is a very good offer and you are one hell of a guy for doing it!!!